A short story
Sunday, 26 December, early morning.
Palm fronds flutter in the gentle breeze as the sunrise paints a coral sky to the east. A pied imperial pigeon roosts with its mate under the canopy of a gazebo while a cormorant preens her feathers at the shoreline. A small boy, who lied about his age to get the job, scoops leaves from the pool of the Villanew Resort. The boy whistles to the birds, and they…